I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Clang! Clang clang clang!

The crisp sound of swords clashing echoed across the battlefield.

Continuous, tight, and loud.

Hundreds of militiamen stopped their fighting in a daze, watching the young warrior in the midst of the battlefield, fighting ten foes at once, drenched in blood.

Surrounding the youth were a total of sixteen men - Baron Miller and his fifteen knights!

However, the militiamen, who were clearly outnumbered, were high in spirits, shouting:

"Lord Neil will surely win!"

"Black Horn Lucius, brave and fearless!"

Miller surveyed the surrounding rebel militiamen, his face grim.

Neil, this brat, had actually led a team to catch up with him, and Kru along with the four knights who originally led the team were nowhere to be seen, the result could be imagined.

Miller could not fathom how Neil managed to hide his strength under his nose for two years, and how the other party could wield a cross sword against dozens of knights without falling behind.

The thumb of the opponent, which had clearly been chopped off by himself!

Miller found it unbelievable.

He looked up and saw, on the distant earth, two groups standing off against each other.

They were his good friends, Baron Karl of Lipo Domain, and Baron Sabatai of Yatan Domain.

"Damn it!"

Miller couldn't help but curse.

His ambush plan had failed, obviously because of his nephew's trickery!

"Get out of the way!"

Miller shouted angrily.

He was fully armored, drew the English Lion Sword from his waist, and joined the battle, aggressively attacking his nephew Neil.

Clang!!

Miller cleaved heavily, chopping fiercely onto Neil's cross sword.

His helmet, like an inverted iron barrel, approached, and from the gaps below, came his suppressed roar:

"You damned bastard! Tell me! Where did you get the strength from? I don't believe you could secretly train such skills in just two years!"

Though Neil was already a transcendent, his foundation was still weak, and in terms of strength, he was slightly inferior to the battle-hardened uncle.

He grasped the sword with both hands, involuntarily leaning back.

Yet, Neil's face was not panicked at all, instead showing a sinister smile.

"Miller Dutte, you're scared, I can feel your fear! Hahaha!"

"Bastard!"

Miller increased his strength, simultaneously delivering a furious kick.

Boom!

Neil's knee bent at an unnatural angle, resisting his uncle's greaves. Then, using the force, his body twisted and danced, the cross sword continuously clashing with the English Lion Sword.

Clang clang clang!!

The more they fought, the more terrified Miller's heart became.

He saw clearly, Neil not only mastered extremely superb swordsmanship but also possessed extraordinary physical flexibility and agility.

"This is the Dance of the Flames! Did you learn the mysterious power from Priest Jordan?! Impossible! You didn't formally join the Church; even if he remembered old times, he wouldn't dare teach you!"

Miller's tone was strange, with anger mixed with jealousy.

"Thomas, Xing'er, join in! We must capture this bastard! I need to interrogate him thoroughly!"

He shouted to the other knights.

Immediately, fifteen heavily armored sword-wielding knights came forth to attack.

Neil felt unprecedented pressure.

But at this moment, it was as if he had thrown life and death aside, his eyes only on Miller, his cross sword slashing fiercely, aiming precisely at the armor's weak spots and vital areas.

Clang clang! Clang clang clang!!

Sparks flew, the sound was terrifying.

The surrounding militiamen exclaimed, retreating backward.

Several clangs sounded.

After parrying Miller's English Lion Sword, Neil bent backward to an inhuman degree, using his body's flexibility to deflect several strikes through sheer inertia, but the sheer number of cross swords attacking from all directions was overwhelming; his shoulder, back, and legs' leather armor were cut open, leaving deep sword marks.

Blood flowed, as he fought on furiously.

He became fiercer the more he fought.

At this moment, Neil became the incarnation of a beast on the battlefield, eyeing his uncle Miller with a deadly stare, fighting with overexertion.

After several minutes of intense combat.

Miller, in a stunned gaze, lowered his head to look at the heavily chipped cross sword, which had already pierced through his chainmail gorget, stabbing straight through his neck.

Blood flowed down the blade, covering Neil's hands.

On the other side, covered in blood, full of ferocity.

Even his face was slashed open, revealing bones through a gaping wound.

Yet even so, the bloodshot eyes of Neil were still locked onto him, as if a terrifying flame was burning in his eyes.

That flame contained hatred and resentment, seemingly wishing to consume him.

"Weren't you very curious, where my strength came from?"

Neil said in a deep voice.

"It was not Priest Jordan's credit, but rather..."

He took a step forward, almost putting his face to Miller's helmet, and said in an extremely faint voice:

"I gave my soul and flesh to a demon!"

Miller's pupils constricted violently.

"You... how could you?!"

Before he could finish his words, he fell backward stiffly.

Puff!

At this moment, Neil also let go of the breath he had been holding, collapsing to one knee. He attempted to use the cross sword to support himself, but with a soft sound, the already severely damaged cross sword snapped.

He fell to the ground along with it, his cheek against the earth, gasping for breath, as blood pooled around him.

"Huff, huff..."

The crowd was stunned by this scene.

The young man had stood firm against an onslaught of knights, killing Lord Baron Miller with his own hands!

Such a feat, even if spread wide, would scarcely be believed.

Thomas and Xing'er, along with the knights, did not rush forward to avenge their lord; instead, they removed their helmets, looking at the young man on the ground with faces full of reverence and saluted with a cross-chest knight's salute.

The hand armor lightly tapped the breastplate, making a loud clanging sound.

"We admire your courage and strength, Lord Neil Lucius."

Knight Thomas, originally Neil's swordsmanship coach, spoke loudly.

He stepped forward with the Cross Sword, his face solemn.

"Rest assured, you will not be humiliated, nor will you feel pain."

As he spoke, he raised the knight's sword, ready to behead Neil.

The rising Sun illuminated the battlefield, with the sword's blade reflecting light, showing a glaring bright sheen.

Hundreds of militiamen held their breath in concentration, either shocked or unwilling to witness this scene.

However.

What none of them expected was—

Neil actually stood up again!

Not only that, he picked up his uncle Miller's English Lion Sword, standing straight, his face fearless as he gazed at the fifteen knights and the other militiamen.

The injuries on Neil's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Including that deep bone-revealing sword wound on his face!

"Extraordinary power!"

"A miracle?!"

"Unbelievable! Too unbelievable!"

"No... No! This isn't the power of the Flame!"

The atmosphere of awe, even fear, continued to spread.

The fifteen knights, led by Thomas, took a step back in unison, their faces showing shock and disbelief, watching the young man intently.

"Thank you, Lord Snake."

Neil murmured in his heart, then immediately opened his eyes.

He shouted loudly:

"Kill!!"

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This battle did not last very long.

After consecutively killing five more knights, Thomas and the remaining ten knights, including Xing'er, surrendered, expressing their willingness to serve him.

Needless to say about the hundreds of militiamen under his command, they were originally forced by Miller, now they returned to the rule of the Black Horn Domain Lucius Family's heir, with genuine admiration.

Neil simply led this group to join the confrontation between the Lipo Domain and the Jordan Domain on the spot, instigating, and uniting with Jordan's lord, Baron Shabtai, to attack Miller's old friend, Baron Karl's side together.

The slaughter continued until dusk.

Baron Karl was pierced through the heart by Neil with a single sword thrust, dying on the spot, his knights and militiamen scattered in disarray.

In the cheers of countless people, Neil formally became the Lord of the Black Horn.

Before leaving, Baron Shabtai even gifted a pure silver token, solemnly thanking Neil for the warning. If it weren't for him sending the old butler Rolf to remind them, they might indeed have been successfully ambushed by Miller and Karl's sides.

Having gained Baron Shabtai's friendship, Neil, carrying the momentum of a great victory, returned to Black Horn Castle.

Late at night.

The main hall was brightly lit.

Because the original servants were killed by Neil, Butler Rolf temporarily recruited a dozen young maids from a nearby village, preparing a sumptuous feast.

Neil sat alone at the table, enjoying the most delicious food in over two years.

After a while.

He drank red wine, leaning against the chair.

Looking around at the house where he had lived since childhood, he was filled with emotion.

"Butler Rolf, you didn't let me down."

He spoke softly.

"It was my duty, my lord... This place originally should belong to you, but the Dute Family took it like bandits, occupying it."

The old butler, overcome with emotion, shed tears.

Neil knew this guy was half genuine and half acting, but he didn't expose him, merely sighing with emotion.

Finally avenged, he felt a strange emptiness.

Before coming into contact with extraordinary power, Neil might have been content to live in the Black Horn Domain, enjoying the position and power of a lord.

But not anymore, his ambition extends beyond that.

Neil wanted to go out and see, to climb higher mountains.

And during this process, he could not do without the help of that great being.

"Lord Snake, thank you, praise you, it is you who let me succeed in revenge... I will also fulfill my vow, serving you with my life!"

Neil laid down the cutlery, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head.

Sincerely praying in his heart.

"It seems you are not willing to stay in this remote place."

Chen Lun said calmly.

Though surprised that the other party saw through his thoughts, Neil did not make a fuss, instead honestly responding:

"Yes, Lord Snake... I wish to continue on the path of the Transcendent, moving onward until I reach the peak. I humbly request your help!"

"Harvest requires effort; I assume you understand this principle."

"Of course, I understand!"

Neil said firmly in his heart.

"Humble Neil Lucius will act as your devout servant, driven by your Willpower, willing to sacrifice everything!"

"Very well."

Lord Snake's calm voice came, then shifted topics:

"But before that, you still need to deal with the Redemption Church..."

"Huh?"

Neil couldn't help showing an expression of surprise and puzzlement.

However, in the next second.

The Great Gate of the Black Horn Fortress's main building thunderously opened.

Bam!

Four missionaries in blue robes walked in, holding Bibles.

Each holding a candle, at the back, the gray-haired Pastor Jordan also came in, frowning slightly, looking at Neil seated at the dining table with a slightly worried gaze.

"Sorry, Neil, this is for your own good."

Pastor Jordan said in a deep voice.

The leading priest, speaking in an official tone, said indifferently:

"Neil Lucius, we suspect you have been possessed by a demon and must now submit to the Redemption Church's inspection, during which you may not resist or seek to flee... Otherwise, we will have to take enforcement measures!"